It was 6pm Thursday just hours before Friday would be welcoming a quiet weekend. The late evening brings on the summary of the days events,things said and done. The radio was off all day, and Harolds laundry was finally complete. He had folded the last sock before the sun began to set. Chicago was charming and the next few hours with Hannah were particularly unpredictable.
Hannah made her last phone call to her priority phone list, and began to doze off to the sound of Harolds pacing footsteps and chatty worries about his worries of his health. Normally he was a easy going athlete until about a month ago when he came back from a ten day vacation from China. Being in the large city of Beijing, and returning to his studio and cubicle brought on no surprise to the acute vertigo and anxiety his doctor diagnosed.
There was no computer, no television, not a ounce of media for eight hours in an empty office space with a few long trips to the storage space several blocks down Addison Street. It was utter chaos to turn a world upside down in just a few hours. But even Harold could handle smoothing out the wreckage of understaffed companies with his youth and virtures.
One pressure of a thought, a risk of flying into the night is where love lives. Pushing buttons till they burst, we are creatures of thirst. Trust in Him. I will trust in Him as long as today is today. Obey today ryhmes making it easy to please thee. Say something, anything. I can waste time etching away at the surface of my heart pretending we aren't deep in the dark. I can pretend to the end going on and on in oblivion so say something, anything. Your words mean everything.
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